Chapter 3: my dream

“Hurg” I shrieked, wheezing, glad it was finally over, finally over, drenched in sweat, an unfamiliar smell in the air, dark and blinded by fear, it was over, it was finally over. I crumbled to the ground crying, it was all a dream, hitting and thumping the ground in joy, jumping like a little kid, I could finally smile after hell. I missed the outside world, I grabbed my coat, the familiar sensation of cloth on my hand, I couldn’t believe it, I ran and dashed through my front door. It was still dark out, a blue night sky, with all kinds of gradients of blue, soft yet cold sand tickling my toes, the night sea in the horizon, wind whistling and rustling on the trees behind me, an empty beach, the waves bubbling and hissing it felt surreal, it felt like a painting. Silent, cold and calm, I yelled in relief, I never thought there would be a day where gaze upon such landscape again. I walked slowly across the edge of the sea, still in shock, I stared at the infinity large night sea, it was dark, it was so dark I felt like if I looked at it any longer, I would have been sucked it, an abyss like black, it reminded me of that apartment. My peaceful walk was interrupted when I saw a wave of light, in the middle of this what seemed like endless sea, a light, I was blinded, for seconds it felt like a flash, the sky and everything around me, seconds that felt longer than hours past, suddenly, the light disappeared, but it wasn’t over yet, it caused something similar to a chain reaction, the sky turned red, with the strike of thunder, everything around me turned blood red, the sand, the sea, the sky, the clouds, lightning crackling through the clouds. I ran and ran, to my house, in fear and agony, I shut m door behind me and layer in my sheets, I thought it was the end of the world, crackling all around me, studently silence. I woke up, but this time it was different, an unfamiliar bed under me. I stood up confused, looking around, the room had nothing but a monitor, a bed, and a small bookshelf. I noticed something particular about the bookshelf, a small family picture, memories flooding through my mind, it all came back to me, they died. For some reason, upon those words, my body didn’t shake one bit, I felt nothing, maybe being alone for too long made me forget what the warmth of a human felt like. My stomach was starting to gurgle, I needed food, I don’t know how long it has been since I last ate but I knew it been at least two days. I was tight on money, ever since my parents died. I walked to their funeral, still dressed in my everyday cloth, when I heard about their car accident all I could think about was “what about me’, I’m so selfish, so egoist, when I went to their funeral all I could hear where people talking behind my back, I kneeled down to my family’s picture, I screeched about to cry and yell, yet, these emotions felt so unknown to me, they felt forces they weren’t real. This life wasn’t real, this body wasn’t real, this picture wasn’t real, and this family… this family... it… it wasn’t real. Thinking back, it felt all too unreal, I can’t remember anything past yesterday, why am I crying, why am I here, no, who am I? I took a step back, everyone still looking at me, but his time my mind was clearer than ever before, they weren’t human, a shallow empty face, a cold shiver down my spine I took a closer look, I seemed like a human face at glance but the more I looked the weirder it became, it was cold so, so cold, expressionless eyes, a still and hollow gaze, abyss black eyes, a mouth with such a neutral expression it felt unreal, a slight almost none existent smile, what was wors is that it was the only one, everyone around me was, the children the woman, the men and even the new born, not a single one was looking away, I felt cold. Suddenly yet naturally a voice appeared, from all directions yet none at the same time as if it was coming from my brain. “aren’t you cold…” it felt so echoey, like yelling in a hallway ‘aren’t you cold’ I felt the room around me shrink more and more pressure building up “aren’t you cold” “n…n…no” my voice shaking from how cold I was “you don’t have to lie to us, we know you’re cold”. I woke up again. Back in my room, I ran out and found myself looking at the moon again, I felt so small, it felt so surreal, it’s like I just forgot everything that happened to me before. If only it wasn’t cold, and then again, a voice appeared “aren’t you cold”, I was startled, it was the middle of the night no one should be out at this time of day, I didn’t think he was talking to me so I didn’t look back, but there was something with his voice, it felt so soothing but meaningless or emotionless, “aren’t you cold” he asked again, this time I turned around, there was nothing, just cold sand beneath my feet and leaves rustling behind me, “aren’t you cold”, this time I turned around quickly, upon closer inspection I saw something, in the horizon I saw a siluet, a figure, almost like a naked man, I stood up “hello?” I responded, “aren’t you cold” “I am, I quickly answered, still confused over this strange interaction, the siluet disappeared, I heard a rustle right beside me, I tripped to the ground only to find myself at the toes of something, I immediately felt goosebumps, legs shivering and shaking. There stood a six-foot-tall man, I slowly looked up, his leges were smooth and unproportionally large for his height, he had a short body, no reproductive part and moist skin, “aren’t you cold” he asked, I looked up to his face, my arms and legs where now to weak for me to move, I wish would have never looked up. A face so dull without a single wrinkle wide eye, so wide if I stared too much into them it would have felt as I it was the night sky so dull, and neutral yet hauntingly horrifying. A smile that didn’t exactly seem forced but there from habit, no part of him was especially out of the ordinary other than the fact that he was naked and didn’t possess a reproductive organ, no, what was most scary about him wasn’t his sudden appearance but an indescribable feeling, one that reflected on fear itself, I felt a sense of trauma when looking at him, a sense of familiarity, his unproportionally large hands reached towards me, “aren’t you cold”, it was cold sweat, I was so scared I was sweating and trebling, he griped my shoulder, I felt a sense of warmth and familiarity, “…dad.?”